•°•A Place For Insane•°•

2. The Deal

I don't struggle, I don't scream. Every muscle in my body is locked tight. So instead of running, I lie there, waiting for him to shred me into pieces. I look at him expectantly, observing his perfect white teeth that match to the color of his eye, and then the other eye deep blue, staring at me, waiting for me to run, to scream.

"Eh? What the hell?" He frowns at me. "Helloooo? Do you even care that I'm about to separate your head from your body?" He asks, clearly disappointed. There is a long pause before I find my voice again.

"No." I whisper so quietly, that I doubt he's heard me at all.

"Yo, I don't know what games you're trying to play, but I don't like this." He presses his axe to my throat, waiting for me to try to run. But I only take a deep breath, and wait. "Hey! Move it, will ya? I'm literally about to kill you. Drop the fucking act, kid. I don't like that." He says, getting frustrated. I still don't move. "Ugh. This is boring." He says and I feel the cold metal move away from my throat. He shifts, getting off of me and walks out of the room, muttering something under his breath in frustration. I get up and follow him out of the room, trying to avoid stepping on Mr. Prottye's dead body.

"H-hey! W-wait!" I say, my voice cracking as I follow him to the elevator, which is closed for some reason. He turns to me, gripping his axe tightly, waiting to attack.

"What." He says, but his tone doesn't raise a question mark.

"You...you can't just leave like this." I say quietly. He looks at me, and then laughs so hard, I swear I could almost notice the tears forming in his eyes of laughter.

"The hell I can't. Watch me." He says after he stops laughing.

"Please!" I say, raising my voice. "K...kill me."

"...What?" His expression is almost impossible to read, but I think he's astonished.

"Kill me." I say, clearer this time.

"Hmm..." he nods. "So they got me a suicidal chick. Been a while since I've seen one of those. I can tell you that she was not very fun to kill. No screaming, no begging, just utter silence and tightly shut eyes." He tells me. I don't answer, I just stare at him blankly. "So you want to die?"

"Ye-yes." I stutter again. He laughs again.

"Oh my, how pathetic." He says. "Go commit suicide on your own, kid." He turns around, pressing the button to the elevator again. "I'm gonna go and try to get out of this shit hole."

For a second, I turn around to see if Mr. Prottye left me something that I could use to die. But almost instantly I realize that I'm not strong enough to do this alone. I am not brave enough like the other suicidal kids. And since I already tried to die, the physically painful  memory of that event is not something I want to relive. "I...I'm scared..." I whisper.

"Hmm." He yawns, clearly uninterested.

"Please... please just end me. I can act scared. I can even look into your eyes when you do it." I whisper. He chuckles.

"Bo-o-oring. Why would I want to look into your eyes while I kill you?"

"Because you're a sicko that enjoys watching life disappear from people's eyes?" I offer sarcastically.

"Oh, believe me, I do. I fucking love it, kid. But you're acting scared. Acting like you want me to leave you alone. Where's the fun in that, eh?"

"...I...I..."

"Look, I'll tell you what." He looks over at me. "If you want to die so badly, I can do it. I can kill you. But I'm going to do that as a favor. One that you'll have to return." He says. I swallow slightly as he takes a step closer to me. "Of course, though, you're of no use to me when you're dead. So while your heart is still beating, though I somehow cannot hear it, you're gonna have to help me get the hell out of here."